Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 81 Summary
In Chapter 81 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” the tension escalates as Jason struggles to start his car, while Brad stands protectively beside Elle. The atmosphere is charged as Brad confronts Jason, who visibly pales under the weight of Brad’s smooth yet threatening demeanor. Brad’s words cut through the air, expressing gratitude for Jason’s decision to let Elle go, which unsettles Jason further. Candy, Jason’s companion, remains oblivious to the brewing conflict, heightening the sense of danger.
As Brad’s attention shifts to the rings around Elle’s neck, his demeanor transforms from calculated to intensely focused. This moment reveals a raw, primal side of him that Elle has never seen before, making her heart race with a mix of fear and exhilaration. Brad’s possessive nature surfaces as he offers to handle Jason, asserting his role as the Alpha, which leaves Elle both intrigued and apprehensive. When she expresses a desire to smash Jason’s car, Brad’s delight is palpable, and he immediately commands his associate, Alex, to carry out the act.
The scene unfolds dramatically as Alex dismantles Jason’s car, creating chaos that shocks both Jason and Candy. Elle is taken aback by the reality of Brad’s actions, realizing he truly acted on her flippant remark. As the destruction unfolds, Brad’s satisfaction is evident, and he refers to Elle as his “mate,” a term that sends shivers down her spine and deepens their connection. The encounter shifts Elle’s perception of Brad, revealing layers of his character that are both thrilling and intimidating.
As they leave the wreckage behind, a newfound understanding forms between them. Elle expresses gratitude for Brad’s intervention, and he responds with a casual confidence that reassures her. The evening, filled with unexpected twists, leaves Elle feeling a sense of belonging and hope for their future together. The chapter concludes with Elle embracing her identity not just as someone with a troubled past but as Brad’s mate, ready to embark on a journey filled with passion and new experiences.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 81**
Elle’s POV
“I… I should probably…” Jason stammered, his voice barely audible as his fingers fumbled nervously over the keys, desperately trying to coax his car into life. The atmosphere was thick with tension, a palpable force that seemed to weigh down on us all.
But Brad had no intention of allowing Jason to slip away into the night unchallenged.
I could feel the subtle shift as Brad loosened his grip around my waist, yet his hold remained firm, a protective barrier that shielded me from whatever Jason had in mind. He pivoted, positioning himself to face Jason head-on.
“Oh, Mr. Miller!” Brad’s voice rang out, smooth and inviting, yet laced with an undercurrent of menace that could cut through the thickest fog. “What a surprise to see you here! How lovely to cross paths again.”
In that moment, I watched as the color drained from Jason’s face, transforming from a normal hue to a sickly pallor. Candy, the woman beside him, remained oblivious, her wide eyes fixed on Brad, her mouth agape as if caught in a trance, unaware of the danger simmering just beneath the surface of our exchange.
Brad’s smile was sharp, almost predatory as he continued, “I must express my gratitude for your… how shall I say it… your generous decision to let Elle go. It seems to have worked out splendidly for everyone involved.”
Each of Brad’s words landed like heavy blows, visibly rattling Jason, who appeared on the verge of fainting. Finally, Candy seemed to sense the charged atmosphere, shrinking back in her seat, her bravado evaporating like mist in the sunlight.
Then, I noticed a shift in Brad’s expression. His gaze was drawn to my collarbone, and I felt a jolt of awareness as his amber eyes sharpened, focusing intently on the two rings that hung from a delicate silver chain around my neck.
In an instant, Brad’s demeanor shifted entirely. If his previous attentiveness had been a calculated performance for Jason’s benefit, this was something raw and real. His pupils dilated, darkening with a newfound intensity as he stared at the rings resting against my skin, igniting a spark of something primal within him.
If that had been an act, I thought, watching the transformation on his face, then this was the unfiltered truth.
His hand moved almost instinctively toward the rings, fingers brushing the silver chain before he caught himself, as if wrestling with an urge that was both possessive and protective.
“Elle,” he murmured, and the way he spoke my name felt charged—grittier, more intimate than I had ever experienced before.
My heart raced, pounding against my ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape.
His gaze flickered to my lips, and I felt a shiver run down my spine, a thrill of something dangerous and exhilarating. “You don’t like him,” he said, his voice low and intimate. “I’ll take care of him. If you’re not fond of what he’s saying, I’ll make it stop. That’s my responsibility now.”
His words sent an electric jolt through me. This wasn’t the Brad I had known; this was a side of him that was fierce and unyielding.
“Brad…” I managed to whisper, my voice escaping in a breathless rush, revealing more of my vulnerability than I had intended.
“So tell me,” he said, his tone slipping back into that dangerously smooth cadence, now directed solely at me, “what would you like me to do about Mr. Miller? Should I have him relocated outside city limits? After all, I am the Alpha. Such matters fall well within my purview.”
“I…” I hesitated, grappling with the surreal nature of this moment. Surely, this was still a performance, right?
But Brad seemed deeply invested in this role, more so than I had ever witnessed.
I glanced at Jason, who looked like he was seriously contemplating abandoning his car and fleeing. Then I turned my gaze to Candy, who was staring at Brad with an unabashed desire, completely oblivious to the terrifying conversation unfolding before her.
A petty, vindictive impulse bubbled up inside me.
“What if I said,” I heard myself say, surprising even myself with my boldness, “that I really don’t like looking at his car? What if I said I wanted to… smash it?”
Brad’s face lit up with unrestrained delight, his smile morphing into something wickedly mischievous. “You want me to wreck his car?”
His laughter was rich and warm, and for the first time since I had known him, it reached his eyes, illuminating them with a glint of mischief. “Alex,” he called out, his gaze never leaving mine.
I hadn’t even noticed Alex approaching, but suddenly he was there, accompanied by another man I didn’t recognize.
“Yes, Alpha?” Alex responded immediately, his voice steady and respectful.
Brad didn’t need to say another word. He simply raised his left hand and gestured subtly toward Jason’s car.
What transpired next felt like a scene ripped straight from an action-packed blockbuster. Alex strode over to Jason’s driver-side door, yanked it open with a forceful motion, and effortlessly pulled Jason out. The other man produced a tire iron from seemingly nowhere and, without a hint of hesitation, began to systematically dismantle the front end of Jason’s sedan.
The cacophony of metal crumpling and glass shattering filled the air, a symphony of chaos. Jason’s girlfriend screamed, scrambling out of the passenger side, retreating several feet away before turning back, wide-eyed and horrified.
I stood there, my mouth agape, watching as two men obliterated the car, all because I had made a flippant remark about not liking its color.
Holy crap. He actually did it. Brad really had them destroy Jason’s car because I casually mentioned my disdain.
“There,” Brad said, a note of immense satisfaction coloring his voice as he observed the destruction unfolding. “Much better. This is the kind of respect I expect people to show my mate.”
Mate. The word struck me like a physical blow. He had uttered it so casually, yet the way it rolled off his tongue sent my stomach into a somersault.
“I think,” he continued, his arm tightening around my waist, “you’ve earned yourself a reward. I want you to cook dinner for me tonight.”
Before I could respond, Alex appeared at Brad’s elbow. “The car is ready, Mrs. Rayne,” he said to me, and I nearly choked on my breath.
“Excellent,” Brad said, guiding me toward the sleek black car, its polished surface gleaming under the streetlights. “Let’s go home.”
As we walked away, I could hear the crowd that had gathered beginning to murmur and whisper. The realization of what they had just witnessed—who they had just seen—was starting to sink in.
“Holy crap, was that really…?”
“Alpha Brad just destroyed someone’s car on the street…”
“Did you see how he looked at her?”
I glanced back once, catching sight of Jason standing next to the wreckage of his car, looking utterly shell-shocked, while his girlfriend continued to stare after Brad with evident longing.
Serves them both right.
In the car, I found myself stealing glances at Brad, who was leaning back against the luxurious leather seat, a smug satisfaction radiating from him.
“Thank you,” I murmured quietly. “For… all of that. I didn’t know how I was going to escape him.”
Brad’s smile was lazy, self-satisfied, as if he had just completed a masterful performance. “It was nothing. Just a little show.”
But his eyes kept drifting back to the rings at my throat, and each time they did, his expression softened into something I couldn’t quite place—a mix of admiration and something deeper.
“I can cook,” I assured him, suddenly feeling nervous about meeting his expectations. “I mean, it won’t be as exquisite as what you’re accustomed to with the chefs, but—”
“Elle,” he interrupted, and there was a gentleness in his voice that caught me off guard. “I’m genuinely looking forward to it.”
In the aftermath of the chaos, as we drove away from the wreckage of Jason’s car, a new understanding settled between Brad and me. The evening had unraveled in ways I never anticipated, revealing layers of his character that were both exhilarating and terrifying. The way he had handled the situation with such fierce protectiveness ignited something deep within me, awakening feelings I had been too afraid to acknowledge. In that moment, I realized that my life was no longer just a collection of lost memories; it was becoming a tapestry woven with new experiences and intense emotions, all centered around this man beside me.
As we settled into the comfortable silence of the car, I felt a sense of belonging that I had long craved. The playful banter, the intensity of his gaze, and the promise of a shared evening filled with warmth and laughter filled me with hope. I was no longer just Elle, the girl with a past; I was Elle, the mate of an Alpha, embarking on a journey that was as unpredictable as the waves that carry lost memories to the shore. With each glance exchanged, I sensed a connection that transcended the chaos, drawing us closer and igniting a spark that hinted at a future filled with passion, laughter, and perhaps, a love that could withstand any storm.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of the tumultuous encounter, a new chapter began to unfold for Elle and Brad, one filled with the promise of deeper connections and shared experiences. The chaos of the evening had stripped away the remnants of doubt and fear that lingered in Elle’s heart, revealing a burgeoning sense of belonging that she had long sought. As they drove away from the wreckage, the laughter and warmth that bubbled between them felt like a breath of fresh air, invigorating and alive. Brad’s fierce protectiveness and the way he had so effortlessly dismantled the threat posed by Jason illuminated a side of him that Elle had never fully understood, igniting a spark of passion and admiration within her. This was no longer just about survival; it was about embracing the exhilarating unknown that lay ahead.
As the sleek car glided through the night, Elle realized that she was no longer merely a girl haunted by lost memories; she was stepping into a new identity as Brad’s mate, a role that promised adventure and love. The connection they shared, forged in the heat of the moment, hinted at a future filled with laughter, warmth, and unyielding support. With each passing mile, the weight of her past began to lift, replaced by the exhilarating thrill of what was to come. The waves that had once carried her lost memories now propelled her toward a horizon brimming with hope and possibility, as she embraced the journey alongside the man who had fiercely claimed her heart.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter, readers can expect the tension between Elle and Brad to deepen as they navigate the aftermath of the explosive encounter with Jason. With the chaotic destruction of Jason’s car still fresh in their minds, Elle will grapple with her feelings about Brad’s fierce protectiveness and the implications of being his mate. The dynamics of their relationship will shift as they attempt to define what this new bond means for both of them, setting the stage for revelations that could change everything. Will Elle fully embrace her role beside an Alpha, or will her insecurities threaten to unravel the newfound connection they’ve forged?
Moreover, the chapter promises to delve into the complexities of Brad’s character, revealing the layers beneath his confident exterior. As they share a quiet evening together, the intimacy of their dinner will lead to deeper conversations, allowing Elle to glimpse the vulnerabilities that lie behind Brad’s predatory demeanor. Expect moments of tension and tenderness as they confront their pasts and the fears that linger in the shadows. With the stakes higher than ever, will their bond strengthen, or will the ghosts of their histories threaten to pull them apart? The waves of their emotions are sure to crash against the shores of their reality, leaving readers eager to discover what lies ahead for this tumultuous pair.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
